#readerxspider-man

Peter ParkerxReader

Word Count: 1,350

Summary: You getting beat up and Peter is super overprotective but also so gentle.

Tugging your hood closer over your face you dug in your locker. You knew you couldn’t hide forever.

“Hey Y/N!”

You started, gripping your locker door. “He-hey Peter,” You greeted, closing your locker and turning away from him. “I have a yearbook meeting, I’ll talk to you later.”

“There’s no yearbook meeting,” he said, more to himself. He easily caught up to you. “That was a bad lie considering I’m the main photographer for the yearbook Y/N.”

“It-it’s for me and the writer’s. I decided all the layout people and photographers didn’t need to be there.” You lied, it felt awful lying to him but if you kept him going on this lie then maybe he wouldn’t ask about your ho-

“Okay then, why’s your hood up?” He asked, leaning forward trying to get a look at your face.

You quickly looked away. “Just- migraine, the light’s in this place are killer.”

“Do you need anything? I think I have some painkillers in my locker kit if you-“

“No,” you answered, “I’m fine, already took some.” You didn’t want to say yes and prolong your time with him, even if it was a lie. Even though you were in some pain. You stopped at a random empty classroom. “I’ll see you later,” You stated and tried to dodge into the room away from him.

But he caught your hand and tugged you back towards him. “Hey, no kiss? I’m-“

You had tripped over your feet at the sudden tug and caught yourself on his chest.

Wrapping his arm around your middle he chuckled. “Sorry, baby,” He said before tilting your chin up. “What the fuck happened to your face?”

You’d tried to pull your face away before he caught sight but you didn’t want your boyfriend to think you were rejecting him. A whimper left your throat as you turned away from his hand. You bit your lip on the side that wasn’t slit.

Peter looked around the hall for any teachers before opening that classroom door and pulling you through. “Sweetheart what happened?” He asked, tugging your hood down. More than just your cut lip appeared to him.

Your right eye and cheek were black and blue, as was your jawline on that side. This while scrapes dusted the other side of your face. As if someone hit you while your face was on the ground.

Rage built in Peter’s chest. He lightly grazed his fingers over the bruising. “Who did this to you?” His voice was quieter than his touch was soft.

Tears flooded your vision as you shook your head and looked down.

He put a hand on the back of your head and pulled you into his chest. He held you as you cried. It burned at his heart that someone did this to you. That he wasn’t there to protect you.

“Baby,” he whispered. “Who did it?”

You sniffled, “No, Pete-Peter. I don’t-don’t want you to worry about this okay? It’s fine, I’m okay. Really… I’m sorry for hiding… I knew you were gonna see but I just wanted to tell you before you did but I kept chickening out and-“

He brushed your hair behind your ear. “Baby, just tell me. I need to make sure something like this will never happen again.”

You shook your head against him.

“Do I need to go all detective on you? I won’t ask again, I swore I would never let anything happen to you and here this happened? You’re /everything/ to me. Just please, it kills me that I couldn’t protect you, at least let me make sure that no one ever does something like this to you again.”

You shook your head. “It-it was Stella and Maggie.” Two girls you’d known since 1st grade that never liked you. There were plenty of times they’d caused you to get hurt, but they’d never gone this far. And why had they? Because you and Peter had gotten together, you were editor of the yearbook, and actually starting to become popular since you worked with a lot of groups because of that job. They were jealous.

He nodded and kissed the top of your head, knowing why it finally reached this point. The two girls pined after Peter once Mysterio outed him as Spider-Man a year ago now. He never fell for anything they tried, once you started dating they tried to break the two of you up. You both ignored them. He supposed it was only a matter of time before something like physical assault happened.

“Don’t do anything, Peter, it’s really okay.” You tried, but as you looked up at him the look in his eyes told you he was not going to listen. You’d never seen him so angry and trying to keep his cool. You were grateful that he wasn’t mad at you, he was beyond the sweetest person you’d ever know. His anger surprised you. “O-or maybe just don’t get into trouble…”

He leaned forward and kissed your forehead.

Peter had Karen search the two girls out and as soon as they were found he was heading right for them.

He dropped down, right in front of them. “Hi ladies,” he said. He wasn’t even in his suit. He needed them to see his rage.

The two girls jumped in surprise.

“Peter,” Stella said, “You scared us.”

Maggie looked wearily at her friend. She knew they were in trouble and here Stella was pretending nothing was wrong.

“We need to talk,” Peter told them. He was trying to not show his anger yet, to make them feel secure.

“What’s up?” Stella asked. “Finally decide you were wrong for picking Y/N and come to ask me out?”

Maggie shrunk some and elbowed Stella in her side.

Stella waved her off and smiled what she thought was sexily at Peter.

Peter smiled back at her, he was shaking with anger. It was bad enough what she did, but now she decided to make comments and attempt to flirt with him? No. The look in his eyes was overtaken with his rage.

Stella took a step back in surprise. Maggie stayed in place with wide scared eyes.

“If you ever even think about touching Y/N,” he started. He let out a deep laugh. He stopped his sentence.

“P-Peter-“

“Shut up.” He snapped. “I’ve been quiet about you long enough. You’ve bullied Y/N long enough. You’re never going to look at her again, let alone speak to or touch her. You might thnk it’s cool that I’m Spider-Man and I help people.” His eyes grew dark. “But I will not hesitate to web you to the underside of a bridge. And my webs don’t last forever. Do I make myself clear? And if you even think about telling anyone I threatened you, you’ll have a very powerful lawyer coming after you for assault and no one’s gonna believe you that I threatened you. Do I make myself clear?”

The two girls were practically cowering against each other.

“Good.” Peter was gone a moment later.

There were light footsteps on your fire escape before a soft tap on the window.

You smiled and moved to open the window.

Peter stepped in and scooped you up. “Hi beautiful,” He kissed a spot on your cheek that was not scraped.

You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck as he sat down on your bed with you in his lap.

“Took care of everything,” he told you with a smile.

“Thanks, baby. I’m sorry you had to do that.” You cuddled into his neck.

He hugged you close. “I love you, I never want you to get hurt and I’ll do everything I can to make sure that you’re safe.”

You smiled and pulled back just enough so you could kiss him.

To say that your two bullies that’d been after you more than half your life hightailed it away from you in fear, well that was an understatement. Peter squeezed your hand and brought it to his lips, leaving a gentle kiss there.

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Dad!Tony

Peter ParkerxReader

Word Count: 923

Request by @katiemcrae: Hi me again! I was wondering if you could do a dad!tony x reader(with peter parker x stark!reader in the background) where peter and the reader are graduating from high school and it’s like Rory Gilmore’s speech from Gilmore Girls where the reader is valedictorian and her speech is basically about how she’s proud to be like her dad and all? And it’s like oozing fluff. Girl i just keep having ideas pop up in my head about dad!tony x reader haha thank you for your time :)

A/N: Spouts my usual words of apologies. You sent this in like late May, it’s almost September… so I am sorry. As goes life, but here it is! (Yes this was my college grad cap)

Peter ParkerxReader

Dad!TonyxReader

Word Count: 2,038

Prompt: person a seducing person b into taking a few steps back/backing them against the wall (”oh look, how did that mistletoe get right there????”)

A/N: Hello all, sorry it has been 800 years. I am just having a damn time with work. I am sorry if you have requested something from me and I haven’t gotten to it… I will eventually I promise. Until then I am going to do some Christmassy stories so if you have any requests for that let me know! AGAIN with the weird spacing...

You were desperate. Since meeting Peter you had liked him. He was handsome and funny and so smart. He was brave, a literal hero. But his one flaw was that no matter how hard you tried, he just would not fall for you.

Correction, he’d definitely fell for you. He’d told you so, right along with “we can’t be together”, “I can’t because of your dad and if things got messed up I wouldn’t be able to fix it”, and “if something happened to you because we were together I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.”

No matter how many times you brought up that it didn’t matter it apparently mattered to him. Even when you talked to your dad about it, HE didn’t care if you guys were a thing. But that just ended with Peter giving the excuse that if anything happened to you because of him blah blah blah.

The worst part was as the two of you got older, you wanted him more. Being you and in college wasn’t easy, not that it was hard, but you had a particular problem where you wanted Peter and you were getting to the point that you were willing to do just about anything to get his attention on you long enough to reel him in without him being able to back out.

You tried talking about other guys. You tried asking him to go to parties with you, but he never took that bait. You even tried just asking him out once. Albeit doing it subtly, without saying the exact words because you didn’t want to start the conversation about him not being able to, again.

So, you were going to resort to your most drastic plan yet. You were going to make him jealous. And when he confronted you you’d just make a move on him.

You decided that since it was nearing your dad’s annual holiday party, you would use that as your cover. So, you asked a guy from your college’s football team to do you the favor of pretending to be going out with you and yes it could involve a little makeout and him meeting the Avengers. Of course he jumped at the chance.

Everything was set. You planted some mistletoe, got an adorably short Christmas dress, and when the time came you were going to be ready to finally get your guy.

You introduced your fake date to everyone that was there and gave them a quick explanation of your plan so they wouldn’t freak out.

You took a shot, and you waited with your date for Peter to arrive.

Upon Peter’s arrival you began to get touchy feely with your date. You were talking with people and you stepped into him. His hands landing low on your back. Your hand was on his chest.

It wasn’t long before you made your way to Peter. You’d felt him watching you practically the entire time it took to make your way to him.

You hugged him, pressing your entire body to his. Feeling him tense slightly you pulled back away from him and fell into your dates side. “Petey this is Dylan. Dylan this is my best friend Peter.to your date.

“Petey this is Dylan, Dylan this is my friend Peter.” You introduced, Peter loved when you called him the cutesy version of his name you knew it just from the way he blushed slightly every time you did it.

“Nice to meet you,” Dylan said, a wide, charming smile on his face. He shook Peter’s hand firmly. “Y/N told me a lot about you. You sound like a smart guy.”

Peter shrugged as he retracted his hand. The guy definitely tried to hurt him but little did he know. “Funny, she didn’t tell me anything about you.”

Dylan shrugged and hugged you closer to him. “That’s okay, we've been spending so much time together she probably just hasn’t had the time to talk to you about us.”

You smiled up at your fake boyfriend. He was brilliant at this.

Peter nodded, his face going to one of him trying to hide his irritation.

It was then that you heard your dad calling you over so you tilted Dylan’s head towards you and kissed him gently. “Be right back.”

You cast a glance at Peter before continuing on to your dad. He was trying so hard to keep his cool.

Dylan watched you go.

“If you hurt her-,” Peter started but Dylan snorting cut him off.

“What? How do you think you have any ground to stand on to threaten me? She told me she wasn’t ready for a relationship because she was trying to get over her best friend that turned her down but damn dude. You really think after that you can threaten me to not hurt her? If anything that should be coming from me.”

Peter eyed Dylan suspiciously. “Yet she is in a relationship with you anyway?”

Dylan shrugged. “Told her I’d Gladly plsyRebound to help her get over you.”

“You don’t know anything about the actual situation. Why I can't be with her. You wouldn’t understand. You aren’t part of it. Our world is different from yours.”

Dylan laughed. “Whatever man, you lost this one. Let that sink in. She’s moving on and you missed your chance.”

Peter was becoming more pissed off with every word Dylan said. But of course right as he was about to let that show you returned to his side and gave him eyes that Peter desperately wished you'd give to him.

“Dylie come on there’s more people I want you to meet and I want another drink.”

“Yes baby,” he said, a charming smile on his face before he kissed your nose, making you giggle again.

“We’ll be around, Peter,” You said, turning, your already short skirt flying up and showing just enough more skin that Peter basically saw the crease where your thighs met your ass. But those thoughts left quickly as he realized you called Dylan a silly nickname and went back to using the hard r in his own name. It hurt.

You left him, wrapping yourself around Dylan’s arm. You all but snickered as the two of you went off to get another drink.

The party had been in full swing for only an hour and Peter was ready to leave. You were killing him. Even more so when he spotted you and Dylan making out where you were quite obviously but also obviously trying to hide.

So, Peter went in search of your dad to say good night and leave.

Too peters surprise by the time he found Tony you and Dylan were already with him.

Peter groaned quietly to himself as he went over.

“I’m gonna ride down with dylan he's gotta go,” you said to your dad.

“Thank you for having me Mr. Stark. Sorry I have to leave so soon.” Dylan added.

“Not a problem, hope you had a good time,” your dad told him. He spotted Peter behind the two of you a bit away, watching. “Have a good night.”

“Thank you, sir. You too,” he shook Tony’s hand and you began to guide him away. Spotting Peter you offered a cold shoulder.

Tony went over to Peter and clasped a hand around his shoulders. “How’s it goin’ kid?”

“Fine, Mr. Stark… I’m gonna get going.”

Tony arched an eyebrow at him. “Everything okay?” He asked, knowing exactly what was going on.

Peter rubbed the back of his neck. “I just-”

“Want some advice?”

After sighing he nodded.

“She’s my kid, Peter. Any danger she’s in she’s already in it. Whether she’s with you or just a person you have regular contact with. Even if she was a stranger. You still feel obligated to protect her. But you’re letting yourself think that if she dates you the. She's in so much danger. But she's got you so what's it stopping you for? You still love her.”

“But-,” he was going to argue, but he just couldn’t. He knew Tony was right. “What if I screw everything up?” His actual biggest worry finally being stated aloud.

Tony sighed this time. “That’s not abnormal. Everyone thinks that when they want to be with someone they’re close to. But i for damn sure know that you're a great kid and will do all you can to be there for her. So would you just go get her already?”

Peter turned just as you were getting off the elevator. He quickly turned back to your dad. “I can’t. What if she turns me down because I had turned her down a while ago?”

Tony looked at the now nervous young man in front of him. “Pete, you won’t know until you do it. Go talk to her.” He gave him a shove in your direction.

He found you getting another drink at the bar. “Hey,” he greeted.

“Hey,” you responded, a giggle slipping past your lips.

“Y/N, can we talk?”

“We are talking silly.” In the back of your mind you knew he was being serious, but with the drunken state you were in, you couldn’t help finding everything funny and were unable to take things seriously. Which also there in your mind was that you were going to screw everything up because of how drunk you’d gotten. But making out with a guy that you didn’t want to be with and trying to make it seem you were was hard sober.

Peter sighed at the state you were in. “I mean… can we go somewhere private to talk, like your room maybe?”

You brightened up at that, almost forgetting that you were gonna ask him yourself so you could put that mistletoe to good use. “Yeah, totally.” You grabbed his hand and pulled him off towards your room.

He wasn’t sure how this was going to go, but he was really hoping it wouldn’t end badly. When you reached your door he stopped you. Thinking it would be a bad idea to go into your room in case things did end badly, he didn’t want to let you hold that negativity in your room.

He was working your plan better than you were. You turned to face him. “Petey…” he looked so hesitant. You leaned back against your door. Retaking his hand you pulled him forward. “Petey, can you please just… give me one night. Just fuck me and go and it can be meaningless sex and we never have to talk about it or how I feel about you ever again.

Your words surprised him. “What?”

You slid your arms up his torso and put them around his neck. “I just wanna know what it’d be like to be with you, Petey. If you won’t give in to dating me just fuck me instead. Just once, so I can have you just for a little while.” You could feel the tears in your eyes roll down your cheeks. You when from flirty to depressed in seconds flat.

Peter’s stomach sank as you spoke. He reached up and cupped your cheeks. “Y/N,” he whispered, wiping your tears and making you look at him. “I would never take advantage of you being drunk. And I’m so sorry I’ve been so stupid. I know I’m bad at the whole relationship thing and I just…. I didn’t want to ruin anything our put you at risk. But I realize I have by not giving both of us what we both want.”

You stared at him surprised.

“So,” He said taking a deep breath. “Will you please forgive me for not saying yes when you asked me and will you please let me take you on a date?”

You nodded fairly quickly.

His head tilted back as he sighed in relief. That’s when he spotted it. “Is that mistletoe?”

You glanced up and blushed, seeing you’d been caught. “Guess that means you gotta kiss me now, huh?” You smiled sheepishly.

Peter chuckled, “Yeah, yeah I guess I do.” He cupped your chin and pulled you in.

Any hesitation about this that he felt was gone the moment your lips started moving with his.

Peter ParkerxReader

NOT Dad!Tony

Word Count: 1,603

Summary: Your friend sets you up with her friend, but what happens when you start to like this handsome guy that delivers to your job?

A/N: I feel like I haven’t posted in 800 years. This isn’t great but I just needed to write SOMETHING.

The look on your face should have told your best friend that you were done with her pestering. Once again she was mentioning some guy she wanted to set you up with.

“Come on, he’s a great guy,” MJ stated to you once again.

“Mary Jane,” you started. “I’m not going on a blind date, with anyone. It’s not my thing. I’d rather meet someone on my own and make a connection. Not feel obligated to like the person because you set us up. This is the last time I want to hear anything about this. I’m sick of it!”

She sighed, “Will you talk to him at least? Just text. You never know you might like him. I think you will at least. Plus then if you don’t like him you don’t have to worry about hurting his feelings to his face.” She reached over and grabbed your phone. Immediately she texted her friend.

You reached out for your phone but she kept it out of reach, and being in a cafe you knew better than to leap over the table at her. When she handed it back the message was sent.

‘Hey Peter, it’s MJ. This is my friend Y/Ns number she’d really like to get to know you so don’t screw this up!’

You groaned. “Dammit M, what the hell!”

“You won’t regret talking to him, I promise.”

Shaking your head you set your phone down. “Fine.” You didn’t tell her you were interested in someone, it would just end in too many questions that you didn’t even have the answers to.

It was a few hours later when you finally heard back from him. It was a simple ‘Hi Y/N’

‘Hey’ you responded. Then followed up with ‘sorry about MJ. You don’t have to talk to me’

Peter frowned to himself. He really did want to. MJ really knew how to talk you up. You sounded really sweet and cool. Even if you two just ended up as friends. ‘If you want me to leave you alone I will, but I wouldn’t mind getting to know you. It’s not like we have take it any further than that if you don’t want to.’

You debated his words. He had a good point. ‘Alright, I can manage that.’

And that was how it started. You became fast friends, only after about a month you wanted to meet and he always managed to get out of it somehow. It was rather a turn off.

Peter didn’t exactly want to miss the few times you tried to meet up with him. He was just busy. It wasn’t easy neglecting people that needed his help. It also wasn’t easy when he had packages to deliver to pay his bills.

You were really developing a crush on the delivery guy that came to your work. He was perfect. Curly brown hair and brown eyes. A nice build and he was always so sweet to you.

And God, since that first day he came in and left with a wink at you, you were hooked.

As much as Peter liked you, and while he wasn’t much of a flirt, there was a beautiful young lady that worked at one of the places he delivers to. When she bat her eyelashes at him he couldn’t stop himself from winking at her as he left.

That was the routine. You’d small chat with the man every time he was in. He flirted with you in subtle ways.

Only every time he left you thought of Peter. Frankly, you did find yourself liking him, a lot. He was sweet and really seemed to care about you. If only he’d meet you. You want to know if things would work between you if you were more than friends.

But getting ditched all the time was not something you wanted to happen. And if he was like that now, what was to say it wouldn’t be that way if you did start to date?

So that morning you texted him ‘Lets meet up friday night, please?’

Peter responded a few hours later, right before his delivery to your work. ‘Yeah, I’d like that.’ He really would, but only because he had a feeling in his gut that you might actually like him and if that was true he wanted to break things to you easily. You might be perfect, but suddenly this new woman he’d met, well she was wonderful. And it wasn’t a set up like how it was with you because of MJ.

‘Friday night at 7? We can get dinner.’

‘Sounds good’ he put his phone away before walking into your job.

You smiled warmly at him. “Hey,” you greeted.

“Hey,” he said setting a package down on the counter. “Listen, are you free this weekend at all? I’d really like to take you out. If that’s okay I mean…”

Your face flushed but you nodded. “Yeah, not friday night but saturday for sure.”

Peter smiled wide, he offered his hand to you. “Peter,” he introduced, you’d been referring to him by his last name since that was what was printed on his shirt.

“Y/N,” you replied, a thought of how strange that was popped into your head but you knew there were plenty of people in the world with the name Peter so it was probably just a coincidence. And since it couldn’t be that he was really the other, at least if things didn’t work between you and MJ’s Peter, you would get to go out with this Peter, and at least you knew he liked you too.

The thought also swept through Peter’s head, but it couldn’t be right. He pushed it aside, but he if it turned out you were MJ’s Y/N, well then it turned out to be a win win.

The two of you made plans before he left.

You weren’t exactly sure how you were hoping things would turn out, but you hoped they would end up for the better.

When friday night finally rolled around you were nervous. You texted Peter, it’d been an entire day since you’d heard from him. Frankly, you were surprised he even answered you when he did.

‘Hey! Sorry I’ve been awol. Work’s been really busy and I’ve been running around too. I will be there in 10 minutes!’

You sighed to yourself, you were hoping he wouldn’t stand you up, again. You weren’t going to be that girl that got ditched at her table at a restaurant when you could have just said no and maybe been out with your delivery guy Peter right now.

Peter dropped down behind the restaurant and quickly changed out of his suit into some nicer jeans and a collared shirt. He shoved his suit in his bag and webbed it to a wall. He jogged up to the front of the small restaurant and went in. He realized he didn’t know who he was looking for so he gave your name to the hostess and she brought him off into the place. The second he spotted you he almost laughed to himself. He couldn’t really believe it.

You were too busy texting M.J. that you hadn’t noticed he was there until he sat down. When you glanced up you were surprised and a little embarrassed. “Oh my God.”

“We must really meant to be together if we managed to get set up two different ways,” Peter joked.

“I can’t believe this. This isn’t some joke right? Like you didn’t know it was me did you?” You asked. “Because I had no idea it was you and I feel a little shitty right now, for kind of being interested in someone that I didn’t know was you, if I’m being honest.”

Peter thought your words over. “Well I didn’t know you were the same you. I can’t say I didn’t have interest in either of you,” he put in air quotes. “But I’m kind of relieved you’re the same person because your personality is incredible, you’re funny and sweet and you are the most beautiful person I have ever met.”

You blushed deeply, “are you just trying to butter me up because we both kind of screwed up?”

He offered a small smile at you. “No, I’m saying it because it’s true and I hope that this little screw up we had can be looked at as a good thing. To me it just says it was meant to be. I’d really like to date you.”

“I guess you’re kind of right,” you agreed. “You sure about that? You don’t have any other prospective girls waiting to go on a date with you, do you?”

He chuckled. “Apparently I like you so much I liked you twice.”

You smiled gently and let out a soft chuckle. “Same goes for me… but one thing, if we’re gonna do this can you just promise not to make plans with me if you aren’t going to follow through? It’s kind of hard trusting someone when your first few dates you were ditched.”

Peter rubbed the back of his neck. “I am really sorry about that. I can’t really promise that I won’t screw up but I want you to know I’m going to work my ass off to make sure I don’t hurt you. Because I want this to work.”

“Good, so do I,” you said, reaching across the table and intertwining your fingers with his.

He smiled and gave your hand a gentle squeeze.

20 years later you still laughed about how you got together.

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Peter ParkerxReader

NOT Dad!Tony

Word Count: 3,938

Summary: You are a freelance photographer, the problem? You’re in competition with a certain someone and you can’t figure out how he gets his shots when you’re both in the same place at the same time but you never manage to see him.

A/N: More than 2,000 words is a long story for me lol. Here’s this, it’s alright, got kinda weird and off the tracks I had set for it but whatever. Enjoy!